amatorii | Sengo & Harper.

Sengo & Harper.

When it had first been suggested to Sengo that he tutor his cousin, he hadn't been thrilled.

His solution to classwork had always been psychological: know the professor, tailor the work to flatter them, game the system. It's an approach that was a little hard to teach, but he'd needed the money just then.

The first sight of her had convinced him he wanted to help her with more than her schoolwork. He arranged, between his usual methods, actual hard work, and some genuine teaching, to get her an aced exam.

But with what he'd learned about Harper, he'd managed to find her in a compromising position, a little over her head, and had arranged to feel shocked and scandalized, until she'd asked what she could do for him.

First, he'd told her. Then, before her critical thinking skills could come up with one of the hundreds of good reasons to turn him down, he'd shown her. Sengo had always been a good student of anatomy, and he was sure, if he could just teach her how clever his hands and mouth were, that she wouldn't think it was a bad idea at all.

And so far, he'd been right. Fucking Harper had been deliriously fun, dangerously addictive, and he'd found after a while that he no longer had to press or find excuses to get her eager, which was even better, and lead them to where they were tonight, in her dorm room with a sock on the door.

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Though her eyes remained on his, she couldn't completely focus, and intensity had them welling up with tears she tried to blink away. It was a struggle, a need for air, a need to choke, a need to swallow and a need to do it. Because she was so wet when he called her good girl and the lack of air had her head spinning in the best way.

Harper swallowed around him as best she could, choking softly, then gagging on him again as his cock curved tightly down her throat, and her lips touched his body.

Her palms met his hips, struggling not to push, but unable to keep still, on that sweet edge of too much and struggling to hold out.

"Nh," he groaned as her lips touched against him, body trembling, and slowly he eased back, not all the way out of her mouth, but out of her throat, at least, so she could open her mouth wider and breathe around him - or pull off if she had to. His fingers released her.

"Fuck," he said. "Fuck. That could set me off right there, cousin. You've earned a good solid fuck however you want it." He didn't object to the idea of filling her mouth with come, and they both knew by now that he was usually good for a second round, but it still felt like a shame to risk it so soon when they could fuck for an hour or more if she held back now.

Harper made a wet sound as Sengo eased his cock out of her throat, gasping desperately for air as she opened her mouth wide, the tip of him still pressed against her tongue. She'd left it practically dripping, trembling as she gripped his hips. It had almost gone past what she could take, but she'd done it.

And god, that pressure inside of her wasn't just needing to come, was it? Might be best if they went and took a quick break, but she really didn't want to stop. Not yet.

Unfortunately she was still too out of breath to answer, so she ran her tongue along the underside of Sengo's dick, and it brushed against her cheek. It reddened as she tried to think of what to say.

She still wasn't exactly good at asking for what she wanted, at least not out loud. Dirty talk seemed more embarrassing than actually doing something, especially when he did so many things she liked.

"I like being able to see your face," she said breathlessly. It was something they both were into. Watching each other get off on this.

"I want to see more than just your face," Sengo shot back, meeting her gaze with a hungry look. He reached down and stroked himself, slowly, for her benefit, fingers sliding over the skin her mouth had made wet and slick. He rubbed the tip of his cock across her lips, then drew back, teasingly.

"I want to see all of you," he said, decisively. "Strip."

The word came out simply, without emphasis, but it was no less a command for all of that.

Harper's lips were still parted, still trying to catch her breath as Sengo rubbed the tip of his cock against them, and she flushed darker but didn't pull away as he caught the barest brush of her tongue. She knew she probably looked like a complete mess already.

Managing a nod, she reached up to grip the edges of her tank-top and tug it up and off. The first time she'd done this, she'd been embarrassed beyond measure. Still made her blush a little sometimes, flustered by how easily and casually he could tell her to do this. By how much she actually got off on it.

Reaching back, she undid the hooks on her bra, a small noise in her throat as they popped open. She was well-endowed enough to have trouble with bra-shopping, and it was AC in the room was cool enough to draw her nipples tight and hard as it came off.

The terry-cloth shorts next, and she stood up next to the bed to let them fall down her legs. No underwear -- she was waxed here, too, and already more than a little bit wet. Thankfully, the dark color of the shorts hid that.

She crossed on arm over her breasts. All this and she was still a little shy.

"Wh-where d'you want me?"

His lips pursed in faint amusement as he watched her cross her arms. His gaze fixed for a moment between her thighs, and his cheeks reddened, very faintly.

"Lie down on your back," he instructed. "Right in front of me. Close enough to touch. Spread your legs wide. And then..."

He took a deep, shuddery breath. He wanted to jump her right now, hold her down and fuck her silly.

"...Then I want you to use one hand to rub your clit, and the other to finger that sweet little cunt until I can see and hear that you're wet enough to fit me. And then I'll fuck you."

His whole body shivered at the image, his smile growing until he restrained it, and his cock was hard enough to press flat against his stomach.

"And don't make me wait." The words were gentle, the tone threatening, and despite himself the look in his eyes was a little pleading. God, she was so lucious, and he wanted to be in her right now.

"Fuck, Sengo," Harper whispered, her cheeks flaming red, though she couldn't tear her eyes away from his. Seeing his want was addictive, a twisted little slip of power, for all that he was ordering her around.

He wasn't the only one who shivered at that image, and Harper bit down on her lower lip as she climbed onto the bed next to him, slotted her legs to either side of him, and opened up her thighs as she settled back and onto the pillow. Her long dark curls spread out across it, her hand cupped over her cunt and still hiding it from view -- but all the better to press her fingertips against her entrance.

One slipped inside with embarrassing ease, given how wet she was. Harper gave a soft sound and slid it out again, glistening wet, and traced the entrance of her slit.

She was breathing fast, a little shallowly, looking down the soft curves of her own body at the way her finger disappeared inside of herself again. Her breath hitched and she clenched around it, drawing it out and up towards her clit. It slid easily over it, lubed up by her own want, and Harper drew small, tight circles around it until she had her own thighs trembling.

Then, and only then, did she give herself two fingers, swallowing a groan as she started to open herself up.

On her back, the pressure deep down in her pelvis wasn't quite so intense. She felt fairly confident she could hold it until after.

"You look gorgeous playing with yourself," he sayid, the compliment as sincere as it is conversational. He scooted himself forward, kneeling between her spread legs, and reached up to slowly, deliberately, pinch one of her breasts, then the other, the pressure slow but ungentle, his gaze almost absent, and very much focused between her legs.

"Oh, yeah," he murmured, almost to himself. "God. I'm going to ride you like a fairground carousel. Fuck."

As Sengo pinched her nipple, Harper gasped and shut her eyes, pressing her lips together and going tight around her fingers, pleasure mixed with that tiny bite of pain as she rocked her hips into her fingers, pressing them slowly deeper, until she could rub her clit with the pad of her palm.

It didn't make for the best view, but her whole body grew flushed, and she winced, arching slightly as he pinched her other breast. She was soft under his fingers, heavy and warm.

"I-I might come if you keep doing that," she whispered, her voice soft and strained, as a warning.

"Before I even get in you?" He made a clucking noise with his tongue. "We can't have that."

He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, teasing, and then drew back, just a little, to position himself properly, lowering one hand to his cock to guide him. When he leaned in again, the swollen tip of him bumped against her fingers, rubbed across her nether lips, teased with no real effort to push inside her yet, until her fingers retreated out of his way.

"Mmmmh-"

With quick, uneven breaths, Harper trembled under his fingers -- her breasts were really sensitive -- and drew her fingers out of her with a soft wet sound, rubbing them up and across her clit, unable to resist one last touch.

Her eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling of Sengo's cock rubbing across her, teasing her, hot and slick against her. It was a little embarrassing sometimes, how eager she'd gotten for this. How much she liked those moments before it all started getting a little blurred together.

He was a tease.

Her hands were clear for only moments before he rocked forward, slipping into her. Not too long ago there would have been bargaining, denial, recriminations - at least now she knew she liked it, and she's either to embarrassed, too naive, or too excited to have remembered to ask him to use a condom even once so far. Sengo gasped as he rocks into her, the swollen tip of him pressing back, until the tightness and pressure suggest he should take it slow. He was only halfway buried in her, though that's still four inches, and he groaned, breath hitching, rocking his hips gently to try and press himself deeper. Bottoming out inside his cousin always felt amazing.

"Nnmmm," he said, not quite coherently, laughed, and then, one hand bracing beside her on the mattress, reached up to pinch one of her breasts again, finger closing around the edges of her aureola, rubbing, rolling soft skin between his fingertips.

"Fuck you feel good. God. Imagine all the... family reunions... we wasted."

Fuck, but he felt big. Even with her fingers, even as excited as she was, she hadn't really been opened up, and it was a stretch to accept him. Harper swallowed a sound as he sank inside her, inch by inch, and it felt like a delicious burn bubbling up and curling tight in her lower stomach.

"Sh-shut up about that," she stammered, flushing. Even if it did excite her, she still wasn't fully on board with being okay that she was into it- but she knew that Sengo liked reminding her.

Harper's nipple hardened up immediately as he pinched her, one breast bouncing with their movement and the other staying put under his hand and she pressed her lips together with the effort of not making too much noise.

"What if someone hears you?"

"Then they're going to be jealous," Sengo proclaimed, grinning at her, his hair tousled and his cheeks pink. "You think your roommate's listening at the door? She spends a lot of time staring at my pants like she's trying to develop X-ray vision."

He stopped, panting, and pushed forward, another inch into her, and another, and another, enjoying the tightness, the almost-painful pressure he knew must be worse for her. He pinched her chest harder this time, rocking his hips and watching the tit he hasn't anchored under his hand bouncing.

"She's kinda cute. If she was there, we could always invite her in... to suck your tits... while I focused... mmm. Here."

He bucked his hips one more time, sliding the last inch of him in until he hilted inside her.

"But I wouldn't fuck her," he promised. "Because she... can't fit me... like my cousin can." He let his voice drop to a quiet growl, so that even if someone was listening they wouldn't overhear.

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